#Matthew A. Cherry

[redsnerdden]

Matthew A. Cherry's Young Love Gets A New Visual, Illustrated by Marcus Williams

Matthew A. Cherry's Young Love Gets A New Visual, Illustrated by Marcus Williams #YoungLove #HairLove #Animation #MAX #YoungLoveMax

The wait is almost over. Matthew A. Cherry’s newest animated series based on his award-winning book, and Oscar-winning short film, Hair Love is preparing to premiere later this month, but it picked up a brand-new promotional visual by Marcus The Visual Williams. Marcus Williams (Tuskegee Heirs, Super Natural) shared his new promotional illustration for the upcoming series, sharing his excitement…

[strnilolover]

.✦ ── He Can Do It With His Mouth ── ✦.

little blurb of matt tying a cherry stem with his mouth. it’s a little suggestive but nothing serious

there were all these little things matt would do with his mouth that you somehow always found hot. no matter what he did — opening bottles, bitting his lip. hell even the way his mouth moved when he spoke did numbers to you. then again, most of the things matt did somehow always turned you on — innocent actions or not.

currently you were sat on the counter, legs dangling off the edge. A bowl of fresh cherries rested beside you, and you absentmindedly plucked one after another, popping them into your mouth with a soft smile. You were lost in thought, savoring the burst of sweet-tart juice, occasionally dropping the empty stems into a small pile beside you.

Matt leaned against the counter opposite, scrolling through his phone, a relaxed air about him as the two of you enjoyed the quiet company. He looked up now and then, catching glimpses of your concentrated expression and the way your lips wrapped around each cherry. You didn’t notice the way his gaze lingered or the sly smile that slowly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Y’know,” he suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, “there’s a little trick with those.” His voice held a teasing lilt that instantly pulled you out of your thoughts.

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “What do you mean?” you asked, glancing down at the stems and back at him, completely unaware of what he was hinting at.

Without saying another word, Matt straightened up and walked over, closing the distance between you in a few easy strides. He didn’t ask permission as he reached out and gently took a fresh stem from your fingers, his fingertips brushing lightly against your skin. You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat as he held your gaze, that playful glint never leaving his eyes.

He raised the stem to his lips, and you watched in complete fascination as he slipped it into his mouth. His eyes never left yours, and you felt your face heat up as he closed his lips around the stem, his jaw moving in subtle motions. There was something almost hypnotic about it, your pulse quickening.

Within seconds, Matt opened his mouth and revealed the cherry stem tied neatly into a knot, a small smirk spreading across his lips. Your mouth fell open in disbelief, the action making heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Easy,” he chuckled, dropping the knotted stem into your hand. “Just a little trick.”

You blinked, trying to find words, but all that came out was a soft breathy laugh. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Matt leaned in a fraction closer, his smirk growing as he reached out to gently close your fingers around the tied stem. His voice dropped slightly, turning smooth and almost challenging. “There’s a lot I can do with my mouth.”

Your cheeks burned, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, that familiar blue now holding a teasing spark that made your stomach flip. The moment was charged, his proximity overwhelming, and you knew he was waiting for a reaction.

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself, muttering, “Show off.” But the heat between you was undeniable, and the playful smirk on his face told you he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

Matt just laughed, stepping back casually, but you couldn’t stop thinking about that cherry stem and the way his lips had moved around it, effortlessly tying it into a knot. It was a small thing—silly, even—but somehow, in that simple moment, he’d managed to leave you completely flustered.

And he knew it.

© strnilolover

[thatbirdrestaurant]

the outsiders characters going through haunted houses

ponyboy is the only one who doesn't try to throw a punch on a scare actor or one of the props. yes, johnny went for a swing.

steve makes fun of ponyboy for getting a little startled then immediately has a much bigger reaction.

two-bit uses darry as a shield from scare actors.

tim and curly are both banned from the haunted house for pulling a knife on one of the actors.

dally is banned for nearly setting a table cloth on fire but he sneaks in so he can keep an eye on ponyboy and johnny.

soda and darry went in telling ponyboy they'll protect him and that he shouldn't be embarrassed for getting scared, and came out gripping his shoulder's looking like they've witnessed a murder.

an actor dressed to look like a zombie looked a little too much like johnny's father and his fight or flight kicked in. ponyboy has to wrap his entire body around him while dally wrestles his switchblade out of his hand.

soda and steve always go through as soon as they can, so they can go back in with cute girls and look brave. two-bit will tag along to point out all the spots they got scared by.

darry accidentally scares the gang because he doesn't make a lot of noise and he's a lot scarier than usual when he randomly emerges from the shadows.

everyone thinks cherry is going to flip out but she comes out completely unphased and complaining about the costume quality. the soc boys she came with are literally shaking in their boots.

ponyboy gets scared by a frankenstein actor then rambles to the gang about how "frankenstein is actually the one who made the monster" and all that nerd shit, and it successfully distracts the gang long enough to get out.

[333sturns]

shy!matt x fem!reader

CHERRY LIPS

its your 20th birthday and matt decided to get you a new lipstick as a gift, which ends up getting him very excited.

includes heavy smut, suggestive language, masturbation no protection, and alot of sexual content.

it was a cold december night, the sky was dark, the breeze in the air was cold and there were small snowflakes starting to pile up onto the grass. giving the grass a barely visible white surface.

you were snuggled underneath your covers, the touch of the silk brushing across your skin was such a comforting feeling that you didn’t even realize that your phone was buzzing uncontrollably.

the morning crept through and the rays of sunlight tickled your eyelids, causing you to roll over and slowly flutter your eyes open.

stirring yourself awake, you grab your phone like always, even if you werent fully awake. to your surprise you had over 50 birthday messages from your friends.

“geez, so many fucking messages…” your voice slowly trailed off and you looked through each one. all of them wishing you a happy birthday.

how cute!

you got yourself ready for the day and smiled to yourself. your hair was slightly curled and your makeup looked nice. you wore some dark washed jorts and a cute black top that hugged your waist perfectly.

you grabbed all your items and quickly put on your shoes before quickly skipping over to your door. and to your surprise nick, chris, and matt were already outside.

“happy birthday!” they all said in unison.

you were flooded with hugs from all three of them and couldn’t help yourself from hugging them back and laughing.

“aw guys! thank you!” you chuckled, pulling back and giving each one of them a huge smile. you looked down to their hands and they all individually gave you a small gift.

“ooh, gifts? thanks you guys!” you closed your door once they all entered and walked over to sit next to them to open your gifts. once you sat down, you grabbed the first gift that caught your attention and slowly began to open it.

“lets open this one first!”

as you ruffled through the colored paper you were met with a small black box that had my name imprinted on the inside. i opened it carefully and widened my eyes at the beautiful red lipstick infront of me.

“lipstick—woah,”

you looked over at them and locked your eyes with matt who had a small tint of blush on his cheeks. he nervously placed his hand on the back of his neck and smiled,

“yeah, i-i thought it’d look great on you.”

you caught yourself staring at matt who also was staring at you until you looked away and smiled to yourself. you were about to place the gift back inside until you noticed a small envelope inside. sealed shut with a red heart.

you picked up the envelope and carefully opened it by the heart. trying your best not to rip it.

to: y/n <3

from: matt

happy happy birthday to one of my favorite best friends in the entire world. i really hope you have a great day today and that your 20s treat you well.

p.s hope u like the gift :)

love, matt. <3

you looked over at matt with a small pout and smiled at him, placing your hand over your heart. his sloppy handwriting always made you smile.

“that was so fucking adorable matt thank you!” you smiled. giving him a quick side hug.

“of course.” matt replied.

you carefully opened the lipstick and pulled out your phone, opening the camera app. you slowly applied the lipstick onto your lips, looking over at matt and sarcastically blowing him a kiss.

“y—yup looks great as always,” he chuckled. his fingers picking at his nails nervously. you looked back at chris and nick with a smile and started opening their gifts next.

the triplets ended up staying over for the rest of the day and nick had decided it was time to eat some cake and celebrate for the rest of the night. nick called an uber to go over to the store and chris decided to tag along.

yet the only reason they had to call an uber is because matt was in the bathroom stating that ‘he was gonna be a while.’

which meant you two were both together.

alone.

you walked over to your room to take your shoes off and as you passed by you heard a faint sound of whimpering.

“fuck, y/n, fuck,” matt sighed, his chest rising with every staggered breath he took. his fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock in need of friction and of some touch.

he slowly pumped his hand against his cock, his thumb brushing against the tip causing him to let out another small whimper.

he threw his head back and bit his lip harshly. he didnt need anybody to know that he was selfishly pleasuring himself in his bestfriends house. on your own birthday. and in your bathroom.

but fuck, he couldnt get you out of his mind. the way you applied the lipstick so smoothly against your lips he wishes it was him and not the lipstick. the way you puckered you lips in a joking manner was driving him insane. he needed you badly and he just couldnt hold it in anymore.

he just needed to see your lips wrapped around his cock as d he fucked you relentlessly until he found his release. he wanted to see that pretty red mouth of yours destroyed.

his mind was fogged up in imagines of you, your beautifully colored lips and your teasing sent him over the edge.

he hadn’t even realized that he was close, or that you had now entered the bathroom out of curiosity and he didnt even react one bit. his cock twitched in desperation and a low moan escaped from matts lips. he pumped his hands faster and jolted his hips up until he suddenly came.

the white strips of cum shooting onto his hands and onto the hem of his t-shirt.

“shiit.. y/n...” he mumbled, opening his eyes and looking down at his hands covered in his warm come. he wiped his forehead which was now covered in small droplets of sweat and small strands of hair stuck against his forehead.

he looked up at the ceiling and tried catching his breath. his back against the toilet seat and his heartbeat slowly calming down.

“do you want some help?” you mumbled, breaking the awkward silence that grew between you two. he instantly looked down to your lips and felt himself getting hard and embarrassed again.

“you werent—how did you—when!-“

“i guess you were to busy jerking off you didn’t even notice i came in? huh?” you cut him off before he could continue staggering.

“its not what it looks like im—“

“matt its okay.” you reassured him and got up from the bathtub and slowly walked a bit closer to matt. once you stood infront of him you looked down at the beautiful view of his flushed face, his beaten cock, messy hair, and his lips parted slightly trying to catch his breath.

slowly, you lowered yourself down onto you knees and looked up at matt who was again blushing in embarrassment.

“is this okay?” you whispered, softly placing kisses on the head and sides of matts dick. watching him shiver from every kiss making you wetter than before.

“yeah but they.. fuck,”

“they wont be here for another few minutes just give me time.” with one hand you began pumping matts cock while slowly wrapping your red cherry lips onto his dick.

with every bob you gave matt began to get more comfortable. suddenly grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your head down a bit further until he was satisfied.

hearing your whimpers and small gags drove him crazy and caused him to abruptly come.

he let go of your head and looked down at you with a mischievous smirk.

“that was so fucking good baby,” he growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you up onto hip lap.

you playfully pushed him back against the toilet seat and sat yourself down onto his lap. he grunted softly at the feeling of your clothed clit against his dick. and hesitantly placed his hand onto your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“take this off, now.”

he tugged at the hem of your jean shorts and you obeyed easily. sliding them off your legs you were now only left in your panties and shirt.

he roamed his hands underneath your shirt and loved the way you bit your lip and admired his features.

he placed one hand on the back of your head and pulled you in closer, giving you a passionate kiss that he’s been dreaming of. for who knows how long.

you bit onto his lip harshly and slid your tongue in once he groaned softly. he gripped onto your hips tightly and slowly grinded your hips against his.

you separated from the kiss and slowly moved over to his neck, licking small strapes along his neck. you loved how he crumbled underneath your touch, giving into you and whimpering softly.

you pulled away from his neck and looked up at him. slowly creeping your hand down to his dick.

he knows that he wants this. i mean he was just jerking off to scenarios of you just a few moments ago, but he just didnt think it would actually be happening right now. but he isnt really complaining anyways.

you watched as he squirmed underneath you, shuddering out desperate pleases to be touched once more.

“fuck i need you.” he growled. he moved his hands down in between your legs and moved the rim of your underwear to the side.

he carefully lifted your body up and centered himself underneath you before slowly slipping himself inside of you.

“youre so fucking tight, y/n.” he ran his fingers through your hair and started to gain a steady rhythm.

you rested your head into matts shoulder and used that to place kisses along his neck while he selfishly thrusted into you. you moaned into his ear and gently bit down onto his neck, causing him to let out a stiffled moan.

“dont stop matt, youre doing so fucking good i—,” you gently placed a soft kiss on his lips, trying to keep yourself from screaming too loud. you pulled away quickly and watched as he furrowed his brows in concentration.

matts thrusts began to get more rough by the second and he wasnt holding back anymore. this is what hes always masturbated to and what hes always wished he couldve done with you and he isnt letting that slide now that he has you in his hands.

“oh matt!” you cried, throwing your head back and fluttering your eyes closed.

“im so close…” matt whimpered, desperately trying to seek for release.

the sound of our heavy breathing and skin clapping together flooded the room. the windows fogging up very slightly as you both came to your high.

“im coming!..” matt jolted his hips up once more and came inside you, his come slowly dripping in between your thighs.

he held your waist down until he was finished and buried his face into your neck while peppering small kisses.

you ran your fingers through matts hair before propping yourself up with his hands on matts shoulders. giving him a cheeky grin in my messed up lipstick.

matts neck, face, and collarbone was covered in the faint color of my lipstick. and it looked heavenly.

“you should wear that more often baby.” matt mumbled.

©333sturns

[buzzybeexoxo]

The outsiders characters as Mitski lyrics let's go

Darry- "You have so much to do and I have nothing ahead of me." "Mom, am I still young?"

Sodapop- "I look up at the gaps of sunlight, I miss you more than anything." "I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended"

Ponyboy- "You were my best friend, now I have no one to tell, how I lost my best friend." "I need someone to remember my name"

Johnny- "But I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star." "Stay soft, get beaten, only natural to harden up."

Dallas- "I get mean when I'm nervous like a bad dog." "I don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands."

Steve- ..I legit don't know I'm so sorry Steve I'll characterize you one day

Two-Bit- "And when you go, take this heart." "And I will forget how to cry."

Cherry- "Then one warm summer night, I'll hear fireworks outside, and I'll listen to the memories as they cry." "I know who you pretend I am."

Bob lmfaooo- "And I'll pull the knife out of my side without questioning why." 😭

[dearsnow]

Heyo! So uhm a few days ago I requested the holding the greasers hand and tellin' them you love em thing, I was thinking you could make a part two?

No pressure, I totally get if you don't want to! :))

💖💖💖

“I LOVE YOU!” PT.2

- how, as their best friend, holding their hand and telling the greasers (and cherry) you love them would go. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - i thinkkk that’s all the characters that actually have personalities, so i hope you enjoy this expansion <33 personally i believe two-bit would be jumping up and down and literally going crazy the minute you even brush against his shoulder LMAOO

includes: two-bit, steve, cherry, tim, & curly

When you’re with TWO-BIT, things are rarely ever quiet and serious. So, when you take his hand, your expression softening and lips parted for your proclamation of love, he panics. “Yeah, ‘course! Love ya too, like really, but uh I think the stove’s on. Let me just…” He slips away, face beet-red and heart leaping. He’s not very quiet about it, but he does a secret dance in the kitchen and comes back out to you. In that moment, all he can think about is kissing you. And, of course, he does.

It’s a pretty quiet day in the Curtis household, and you and STEVE are sitting on their sofa. You grab his hand, playing with his fingers a bit, and casually drop that you love him. “Aw damn, who doesn’t?” He grins. “And I love you, for reals.” He slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush against him, running his other hand through his complicated hair. “Why don’t we prove it?”

Your friendship with CHERRY is a delicate thing, and you’ve been nervous to make a step past platonic. But she just looks so pretty on her picnic blanket with the sun behind her, so you slide your hand onto hers and nervously confess that you love her. She smiles and leans into your touch. “I love you too.” The moment is quiet, a kind assurance that no matter what, you’re in it together.

TIM isn’t kind or gentle or any of the things that usually warrant love, so he’s taken aback by your touch and words of love. He takes his hand slightly back, out of your grip, then reaches out to tangle it in the collar of your coat. Pulling you into a kiss, he is hungry and wastes no time. “You’re too soft, y’know that? You needa get tough.”

You’re walking with CURLY down the street by your place when you reach out to hold his hand. “What are you doing?” He questions, eyebrows furrowed. You quietly utter that you love him, and suddenly, his eyes are wide open. “Jesus, man, you gotta warn me next time. Let’s just…” He trails off. For the first time in your life, you have caught Curly Shepard blushing. “Let’s just go, yeah?”

[offt0wonderland]

The Runaways

Imagine: You're a Soc, enjoying a movie at the drive-in with your friend, when the same Greasers you ran into earlier barge inside the automobile.

The Outsiders x fem OC

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: A young Soc finds herself thrown into a loop once she befriends Pony and his family.

“What did I miss in History?”

Deborah strengthened her fingers around the condensing cup, the two of us pressed closely together while the temperature gradually dropped outside the passion pit. “A load of Crock – I don’t think Mr. Jones knows what he’s talking about,” The corners of her mouth pursed, a bland giveaway that she was transported back in thought from my missed lecture. “I remember he said something about the Battle of Midway and how we were lucky to have won … but when I talked to my dad, he said that the reason we defeated the other ships was because of willpower and strength.”

“Wait, so how does that make Mr. Jones the one full of Crock?” I shifted my head closer to my friend, allowing the temple of my forehead to press against the bone of her shoulder.

Deborah soon readjusted to my movements; her head now stuck against the headrest of the driver seat to keep her eyes on the motion picture that began to play in front of our eyes. “I’m trusting my dad – who fought in the war – as opposed to the teacher who didn’t.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” The both of us briskly fell quiet after my agreement, letting the noise from Sound of Music fill the silence that lingered between us. It was a movie we’d both seen a few weeks prior, but we didn’t mind the repetition, the drive-in was something we both seemed to enjoy on our off time.

Honestly, I don’t think we’d ever get old of this place.

Well, except for the backseat bingo. Now that was revolting. It was like every automobile around us showcased couples engulfed by each other’s mouths, the film of their windows fogged up to display the sweat that radiated off their movements. I tried my best to ignore them, combine Razzles and Popcorn into my mouth as I observed Julie Andrews on screen, but the hathos was too compelling: they were sickeningly captivating.

It was like every time my irises fell onto the giant screen in front, they somehow found their way to the car next to me. In the span of three minutes, I found myself watching the older couple in nothing but a button-down and a bra. From the looks of it, they seemed to be in their mid-twenties, but by their hormones, they appeared closer to teenagers. Frankly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of them ripped the other’s skin off with how aggressive they tugged on each other’s bodies.

It was nauseating – or more accurately, it reminded me of Charles and his consistently grabby hands. One of the many reasons we broke our steady off.

I continued to observe the people around us, noting every time they disappeared in the cushions of their seats; But for some reason, the one thing that redirected my attention was three boys coming into view. The middle Greaser had the same leather jacket I saw before, his arms wrapped around both of his friends as if he was ready to guide them to mischief. The other two seemed to follow that minuscule action, willing to put themselves in trouble to keep their delinquent acquaintance.

“Get out of the way!” And it appeared that disturbance wasn’t too far behind.

Dally pressed the end of the cancer stick between his teeth; the outline of his middle finger raised in front of the illuminated backdrop. Pony chuckled at his friend’s insult, making eye contact with the battered boy across from him in glee. And in all honesty, I probably would’ve laughed too, only all that commotion made them closer to our car. My eyes widened at that revelation, my body involuntarily shifting downwards in hopes they wouldn’t notice. But with all the other windows coated with steam, we were bound to be noticed.

Dally was the first of the group to make a reaction; his lips tugged into a smirk, the pads of his fingertips yanking the poor boys behind him in the new direction he was set in. It was the response I feared the most – he was coming over. So, I made a countermove; I bent over the edge of my seat, tugging on the locks of the automobile to create a barrier.

“Val, what are you doing?” Deborah questioned.

“Lock the doors on your side.” I said.

“What?”

“Lock the doors on your side!” But before she even had a chance, the three Greasers had found themselves inside the same confinement we were in. And I was pissed.

“Ohh, this is nice,” Dally straightened his legs, leaning his body back against the cushion of the seats as if he was already welcomed into the Socs car. “Didn’t know girls could own such nice autos.”

I turned around to face the lot of them. “What are y’all doin’?”

“Needed a place to sit, the chairs outside are somehow all taken.” Ugh, his arrogance was worse than the couple making out next to us.

“Get out of my car,” Deborah was firm. “I don’t want any grease on these girly leather seats.”

“Dal’ let’s just go.” The anxious boy who was drowned in denim finally spoke up, pulling on his friend’s arm to get him to budge – but it appeared he wasn’t going to oblige to his buddy like last time.

“Dally, I swear, I’ll grab …” The slur of words were quick to come to a halt once my eyes fell upon the boy on the right. It was like I was staring at him for the first time, witnessing the fresh scar that aligned symmetrically on his cheek and temple. And by the rounds of his black irises, I could tell he feared my statement … he feared a Soc. “Just get lost.”

Dally, of course, ignored my blatant pleas and focused on the bag of candies that glowed against the console. “Razzles, my favorite.” The Greaser reached forward, stuffing his dirty hands into the freshly opened bag of Blaze’n Blueberry.

Yup, not touching those anymore.

“Val, you know these guys?” Deborah was mortified that I even knew a name out of the bunch.

I shook my head. “Just Pony, he’s in my English class.”

Now that statement earned a gasp. My friend spun around; her eyes glazed over as she peered at the young Greaser on the left side of her automobile. “You’re in Mr. Syme’s class too?! I love that guy – like in love with that guy … Does he ever mention me? Val here won’t tell me a thing.”

“That’s because you’re going steady with Gerald.”

She waved that comment off, a sense of betrayal looming off of her – which, if I had to guess, was probably due to Gerald’s constant gawking at Cherry Valence. Pony uncomfortably shifted against the leather; unsure what words were the right ones in this situation. “Uh, I don’t think so, but maybe once.”

Deborah couldn’t help but let out a squeal from Pony’s response, the back of her hand now sharply pressed to her forehead as if she was going to faint. Dally grinned at the dramatics, finding humor in the odd conversation that was stricken up. “Y’know what, I’ll make a deal,” I swiveled my head in her direction, widening my eyes in horror. She wouldn’t dare. “If you press Mr. Syme about me, y’all can stay … but only if y’all don’t go ape.”

And she did.

Two of them nodded in unison, shuffling their weight to get comfortable in the small car they deemed necessary to infiltrate. I rolled my eyes at her ultimatum, appalled that she’d be so willing to let a group of Greasers stay in the backseat of her Mustang: But it wasn’t my auto, meaning I had no say. The five of us quickly went back to quietude, watching the flick in front of us; at least until the smell of smoke permeated the air. “Look, if y’all are going to stay, no smoking.”  

“You don’t like smoke?” Dally smirked at my statement, almost as if he had found his new weapon of choice.

“I don’t – so quit it.”

Dally grunted, leaning forward to release a cloud of smoke near my jawline. I immediately balled up my fist, ready to thrust all my power into the crook of his nose, except I held back. All I did was wave away the pollution, turning my head slightly until my skin hovered near the tip of the cigarette. “You stay, our rules.”

“I’m sick of rules,” I dragged my tongue across my lower lip, fighting every urge in me to jump the boy in the backseat. “It seems as though you are too, though.”

“What does that mean?” I spat.

“You went to the wrong side of town, and not many Socs are caught dead on our street.” Deborah gasped at Dally’s retaliation, her head snapping in my direction.

“That’s why you cut class? You were at the Grease Lot?” Her voice was raised, almost loud enough for the rest of the parked cars to hear.

I shot her a look. “If you’re going to act this way – dense – then get out of the car.”

“I’m liking this anger, maybe we can ball like the two over there.” Dally nodded over at the couple who had found themselves fully naked, the movements of their car forming a grotesque image in my brain.

“Oh bug out.”

Dally was about to retort something back, but the boy in denim put his arm out to silence him. “Dal’ leave it be.” His voice wavered slightly, like he wasn’t used to standing up to the man in the middle.

Yet, the coldness of his eyes never disappeared.

I turned my body, peering over at the tan boy who stared back. “Y’know, I like you. What’s your name?”

“Johnny Cade.”

Read the first two chapters here: The Runaways | Quotev

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[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_995 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[ourfinalembrace]

the outsiders is one of them books for me that finds you just when you need it. my mam had been trying to get me to read it for years because it was her favourite book from when she was growing up and she knew i would love it, but each time she suggested it, i just shrugged it off. i'm what i call a very picky reader, so a lot of book suggestions i get are disregarded. then, when i was 15, i went through a trauma. it was nothing massively 'serious,' but it was enough to stop me sleeping for a good 9-10 months. every night when everyone else was asleep in bed, i would have my light switched on and i would be reading book after book after book. eventually i got tired of reading the same books over and over again, so i finally picked the outsiders up and honestly...i read the first page and i already knew it was the best decision i'd ever made. the nights i spent wide awake reading because the thought of even trying to go to sleep was terrifying, were incredibly lonely. my only company were my own thoughts, and with each night that went by, i felt more and more isolated, from people and from reality. reading the outsiders made me feel less alone. not only could i see myself in more than one of the characters, there were also striking resemblances between scenes in the novel and my own life. e.g. towards the end, just before the rumble, when ponyboy tells cherry he can see the sunset too as a poetic way of saying she isn't alone and that she has someone who understands. when i was a young child, i had a best friend named cameron, and we were inseperable. we would see each other at school, then go to each other's house after, and then we would see each other at the weekend too. but then he moved to the other end of the country and, even though i was young and had plenty of other friends to play with in the playground, i did miss him. and one day i asked my mam if cameron saw the same moon as i did from where he was now living, to which my mam said yes, and that made me realise i didn't have to miss him because we were under the same moon. reading that scene in the novel brought me a sense of peace that i'd needed for a long time. and whilst i wouldn't claim the book solved all of my issues - it was merely a temporary fix for the lonely, fearful nights - it definitely made things a lot easier.

[wassupmygays]

"i get up before the sun in the morning, get home after midnight"

darry driving into the sun every single morning on his way to work, and hating it. its bright in his eyes, he can't see, its stressful to drive like that even for a few minutes.

but after reading ponyboy's theme, and johnny's letter, and hearing cherry mention the sunset, i think maybe he sees them differently. or he tries to, at least. he tries to see what his kid brother loves so much about the sun's journey through the damn sky.

he starts to see the way the colors bounce off of different clouds. he starts to notice the birds waking up around him and singing as he drives to work. he starts to appreciate the way the sky changes into the pale blue he works under every single day. he starts to watch the mist or fog, and how the sun's rays filter through it. he starts getting excited as the sun lowers. not just because it means his work day is coming to a close, but also because hes starting to enjoy guessing what colors the sky will turn as the sun sets.

he starts to pause for a few minutes, every night, to watch the sunset. he watches the clouds shift, he watches the colors mix and swirl above him. and he thinks about ponyboy, and what he might think about this day's sunset. does he prefer the vibrant reds and oranges? or does he prefer when the sky cools to a chill pink and purple.

darry thinks about cherry valence, and how she might be watching this same sunset all the way across town, in another world. its still the same sunset. he thinks about the rest of the gang, whatever they're up to at the moment. he wonders if they've ever let themselves slow down enough to watch the sun set. he knows they probably haven't; two-bit can't stand still long enough, steve and ace refuse to delve to deep into their heads about anything. soda probably does, every once and a while. darry can picture him rolling out from under a car at the station and grinning at the paintings in the sky, his eyes bright and happy.

and darry thinks about jonny and dally. he sees dally in the deep, bright, beautiful reds and violets of a sunset after a storm. he almost laughs, imagining how dally might respond to that comparison. he wonders if johnny was right about dally never really seeing a sunset. darry figures he probably was.

he sees johnny in the golden sunrises, the ones that send beams of light shooting through the clouds. he thinks of johnny when he smells the dew every morning, and he can almost expect to see johnny asleep in the wet grass. he sees him in the sunsets with swirling clouds around the sun, almost covering it like his bangs used to cover his eyes.

sure, the rising sun is still bright in his eyes every morning. and sure, it's rays beat down on his back every goddamn day. and sure, he misses that heat when the sun disappears into the night. but now, darry doesn't mind all of that too much. now, he sees the world, finding beauty in the simple things.

[laikastarz]

Chat for the au uhh creature reveal bc idk what Steve should be ☹️ Idk if cyclops is alr or not so I'll get you guys decide💔

[141n3]

im currently hyperfixating on the outsiders and 1910s-20s russia so im making like a crossover AU lmk if yall are interested in like fics or smth

so far i have the gang + cherry’s russian names and am working on political parties and stances on the revolution😁

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Gang + cherry russian names

PLEASE NOTE I AM NOT RUSSIAN NOR DO I HAVE ANY KNOWLEDGE OF HOW THE RUSSIAN LANGUAGE WORKS SO ANY SPELLING ERRORS PLEASE LMK PROPER SPELLING🙏

note: i just changed soda, pony, johnny, and darry’s names bc they werent accurate so heres the new and improved version!

[pumpkinsy0]

maybe this is a lil negative, but what is a relationship in the outsiders (platonic or not if u ship em or whatever) that u just do NOT care for, its not that u hate them or anything, u just genuinely do not care for what they they got goin on between em cause i have one and im too scared to share who it is</3

[dearsnow]

Hey girly I was wondering if maybe you could do a part two of the orange peel theory because it was super cute but I need to see what two bit and Steve would do!

THE ORANGE PEEL THEORY PT. 2

in which you ask the greasers (and cherry) to complete simple, unassuming tasks that you can easily do yourself. (the outsiders x gn!reader, fluff)

a/n - sorry this is so short :( i’ve had zero time lately and couldn’t think of any more ideas for tim and curly, but if you really want them just lmk!!

“TWO-BIT, could you zip up my jacket? I’d really appreciate it.”

He looks at you, grinning. He’s so dopey in love that he’d kill a man if you asked, but he’s also not going to let you get away without at least a little teasing. He pretends to shrug, walking away with his hands in his pockets, before turning around and fumbling with your zipper.

“I mean, if you reeeallyyyy want me to…”

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“I think there’s a leaf caught on my coat, STEVE. Would you get it for me, please?”

Steve is confused. You have perfectly good hands and perfectly good eyesight, so you asking this out of nowhere caught him off guard. He does it, of course, and brags about what a good boyfriend he is. He also gives you a little bit of loving shit for being “incapable”, but that’s just how he is- if you’re shocked, you’re dating the wrong man.

“Why? Have your fingers gone ta’ sleep or somethin’?”

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“CHERRY, can you clip my necklace?”

You ask, turning towards her so she can see your predicament. You’ve never struggled with things like this in the past, but she knows that small acts of care can make you feel even more loved, so she’s happy to do it. She fastens your necklace and turns you back around so you can look at yourself in the mirror.

“There. You look wonderful.”